Fifteen years ago today, I kissed my daughter who was only five weeks old on the forehead and watched her tiny little body be wheeled down the hall into the operating room. At that moment I prayed and I tried to make sense of it all.
The doctor came into the room a few hours later. He sat
down and started to tell my husband and I about the surgery and how my daughter bled to death on that operating table. My daughter who I had given birth to five weeks prior had died. How could I go home without my baby? Shock was not the word for what I felt. Fifteen years ago today, we left the hospital without our youngest daughter.
I held Katie after she died and can never, would never, forget Katie as a person or my daughter. I look at my two children today and there should be three here, but one is missing. There will always be that gaping hole, because my second child has slipped from this life into eternity.When you loose a child it changes your entire outlook on life.
Today, I know somewhere there is a parent mourning the death of their child too. I wish that I could reach out and hug you.
To anyone reading this who has suffered the loss of a child, may you know that you are not alone in your grief.
To my blog readership, please pray that I make it through today. I know that God knows of my sorrow and he is with me every step of the way.
To my precious daughter Katie, we will meet again some day. Until then please know that I carry you with me.
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